Blackfeather Woods or half a page of scribbled lines

Well, Maegi slurred, once she'd heard the woman's explanation. I don't know what's truly in your heart, but based on that. . . Meridia, maybe? Her lips drew tight in contemplation. God of the living, of life. Nature, I suppose. That sounds right. No one she had known had claimed Meridia, or had the god as their name. Intriguing.

Very different from Peryite, but I suppose it will do, the girl continued, laughing slightly. She nosed the squirrel on the altar, watching the maggots writhe with something akin to love in her eyes. Though I guess there are some similarities between the two of us. Maggots are living things, right? Maegi looked up, staring at Flicker. Not the most beautiful living things, but. . .still.

She wished Flicker had answered differently. It was almost too boring. To have such a selection of gods, and yet--Meridia! Alas.

Do you have any gods of your own? Maegi asked, cocking her head in query. Not that she would much abide the worship of others in her woods, least of all here. . .but she was curious.